President Jefferson; Father.

My dear friend Christian Kiefer, who has a number of children, told me just after my son was born that the reality of being a father didn't really hit him until he realized that someone else thought of him as their dad, in the same way that he thought of his. Wise words from a wise man. And so it was a month or so past, when I looked at a photo of myself holding my son. I understood that while he may not conceive of all this in my terms yet, he knows me as his father. How profound this shift.

Anyway, I've meant to write about president record news of late, and this photo has brought me here. We were talked into doing a photo shoot in colonial formal wear, and though this will not likely make its way to the newsstand, it is my favorite. The record has been done for some time, the book designed, and we simply await copies form the printer. It is officially due out on September 9th, and we're in the process of planning a handful of west coast release shows at the moment. A website is up here with a bunch of information.

In other news, Keri and I spent last weekend in New York City, which Tilden (our son) does not like at all. I'm afraid he feels the city is too loud with too many people. He is our son indeed, as we both felt like we couldn't leave quickly enough. While I have had many a magical moment in that city, and do love it in some way, this time was not so good. In part due to the fact that we were at a conference and so stuck down by Grand Central, a touristy spot, and a neighborhood I'm not fond of.

As much as I love New York City, I have finally come to accept that I simply must live among the trees. There really is no choice. I could elaborate, but I will not. My outfit need be back shortly. I wonder what clothing of ours will look funny to people 200 years from now.

Posted by jeff pitcher at July 7, 2008 01:16 PM

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